One of my greatest fear’s are spiders and snakes, because I think they're so gross with their eight creepy crawling legs and their big eyes and slithery bodies. When my mom or I see a spider you better be out of our way because we are deathly afraid of them. In Texas there are spiders that can kill you if you don't make it to the hospital fast enough. They are called Black Widow’s. What's bad about Spider’s living in Texas is that my dad (Keith) , my older brother (Cole) , my step mom (Janice), and my step sister (Jenna) live their. They have poisonous snakes in the lake that my dad lives on. They are called Water Moccasins. Water Moccasins are snakes. Since Texas has a lot of poisonous animals I’m constantly scared something has crawled…
My story beings like any other, at the moment I took my first breath on July 30th 1998 in Bilisht, Albania. I was born in a small town in the lower region of Albania where my entire family lived with my grandparents under one household. My parents soon came to the realization that the current living situation was incongruous for a new family, such as ours, to thrive. As the result, my parents chose to apply for the government program granting our family access to move into a completely new society with new laws, regulations, political aspects and that was tens of thousands of miles away. Our family, at that instant, had a struck of luck as my mother’s name was drawn for us to move to the greatest country the United States of America.…
Alex had always loved this type of weather, it was the very best thing about Queensland. It was a pressing heat, dry yet humid. It was a warmth you could feel in every area of your body. A pressure that only meant one thing, an incoming storm that would arrive late in the evening. It was the best time to be outside; the best time to swim, to play football, to sun bathe. Things Alex longed to be doing, things that she would be doing, that is if she was not incarcerated inside a saunaesque - filled to the brim with seventeen year old male body odour - classroom, reading an inarticulate book she wasn't even sure the author of the book would read.…
Ralph Waldo Emerson once said “To be yourself in a world that is trying to make you something else is a great accomplishment”. A question such as “who am I”? Really gives me the opportunity to differentiate and express who I really am and who I can be. I am not a complex person who thinks the world is against me, nor am I overly sophisticated “know-it-all” who doesn't take time to pay attention to my surroundings. I can't say that I am like every other person because there are certain things that make me a unique individual. What I can say is that I am progressing towards a brighter future.…
Hi, I’m Morgan Heffelfinger. My favorite quote is said by Larry Bird, “Push yourself again and again. Don’t give an inch until the final buzzer sounds.” I chose it because it’s encouraging and reminds me to never give up until the end. I will always remember this quote because L was said in one of my favorite movies, Grown Ups.…
I'm Jewel Hannah Morados Angel, and yes, my surname is Angel like the ones dressed in white with fluffy wings, I am 17 but my height says 14, a pursuer of dreams and I seek the great perhaps...…
I hope you all travel safely while going there and coming back. I also wish you and your family the best of luck in being able to assist your mom in having a smooth transition. If I need anything I will reach out to Adrienne and Whitney beforehand, but I will also contact you if I need anything! Thank you Lisa!…
Who am I? As I sit here trying to write this personal statement, I have accidentally stumbled across the most life altering question. Who am I?…
Hi, I’m Guthrie. In the early years of my life, I was stubborn and often didn’t listen to authority. Before I came to Fairhaven I went to Mt Rainier Elementary and got into trouble in class for a range of things like leaving my seat and not doing my worksheets, so I repeatedly got sent to the counselor's office, She tried to use boredom make me behave in class. When I would get sent to her office I would sit there for hours and sometimes the rest of the day. My parents told me the school was going to label me with willful defiance disorder, I’m not sure that is the exact term, but a family friend in the public school system warned them that getting categorized as such would not be good. So I came to Fairhaven for a visiting week. I was initially…
Growing up with divorced parents from two radically different cultures was at first difficult. My mother’s family was from Peru, while my father’s was from Bangladesh. In my young mind, there was an internal struggle with what my identity actually consisted of. I wasn’t wholly from one culture or the other, and felt like a black sheep when interacting with either side of my family. Due to this, I attempted to keep these cultures partitioned. At the time, they were different portions of my life that simply couldn’t intermix. This mentality in turn led me to foolishly shy away from my joint heritage. I kept myself enclosed in a box, blind to the beauty of my surrounding culture. However, as time progressed, I knew I had to make a change in my understanding.…
My interviewee is (my mom) Shondell M. Brown. Wife, mother of three, a former nurse, and a strong hard-working African-American woman.…
It was a perfectly normal Saturday night, until I sat on the couch. I expected to enjoy a funny movie with my dad, but instead I got a trip to the hospital. I sat on the couch, and then I felt a sting in my elbow. At first, it felt like I got a shot at the doctor, but it slowly got worse, and felt more like a knife slicing into my elbow. I winced and sprung up from the couch. I squinted and my eyes scanned the spot where I just sat down. Aha, I thought. There was a small piece of plastic, and it looked like it broke off from a container.…
Hannah Jones is my third interviewee and she is an immigration caseworker. She welcomes me into her office. Her office is very stuffy, and clients’ files are sprawled all over her desk. The curtains are partly drawn, allowing only a bit of light into the tiny room. She is however very presentable; hair pulled back into a ponytail. She starts tapping her fingers on the table as soon as we get seated, and I start my interview right away. “How long have you worked in the immigration department. Are there are any problems that you have encountered in your office?” She leans back in her tiny seat, and she is quiet for about a minute. “I have worked in my cramped up office, as you can see, for nearly a decade." It takes me by shock as she does not…
I didn’t really like my name growing up. It didnt mean anything to me. No one had the same name, other than people in older generations. My name made me feel like an old lady. People would also assume that i went by Kathy, and i hated being called Kathy more than anything else. Kathleen is my dad’s cousin’s name. I didn’t really know her, and still don’t. If i knew her better, i feel like i would’ve been more comfortable with my name knowing who it came from.…
My I am from poem was an assignment that was done in the beginning of the school year! Everyone in the class was suppose to write a poem using “I am from” and describe things that we like or things that describe of where we come from. We were also allowed to include things we liked, for example I wrote I am from buffalo hot wings, half pepperoni and half cheese. I grew up eating this all the time because that’s what I liked to order in a pizzeria and my brothers would always order this too. For this poem I basically wrote my whole life because everything I wrote on this poem I do till this day and I like all those stuff that I wrote on my poem. I also added pictures on the side because I wanted to be a little more creative and each picture…